FOREIGNER, not the band.

Sometimes I wish I was a foreigner. But it suffices to have a foreign boyfriend, I guess. I am BACK!! And I am PROUD of you for getting a job! I totally knew you would. If anyone did, it would be you. When do you have to start going to "meetings" or what have you? What school are you at? Are you thrilled?!?!?!?!?!

I'm really glad. I am moving on Sunday. This Sunday. That means that (after today) I only have 2 more days of work. That. Is. Just. Wild. I have to start going to school on August 6th. Rather early if you ask me. Oh well. It'll give me lots of time to prepare. I'm so SCARED, though!! I'm sure you can relate.

I miss you and will call you soon.

Love,
The Dame

co-lum-bi-a

Co LOm Bia. Are you there? I haven't been able to call you. that one time you called, or texted or something, i forgot to save your number. So i haven't had it. I can't call. You have to call me. And you haven't- I think you're out of the country....and I hope you're having a BLAST!!!

I've always wanted to go to Columbia. My uncle travels there a lot for work. Like, maybe 4 times a year. Sometime I should sneak into his suitcase.

I'm working at the scoots for a few more weeks. I think when you guys are back, we might just have to plan a dinner date so i can finally meet your man. I'm sure I will enjoy him.....but we all know it's been far too long and I've never even met the guy!!!

I love you. Please call when you're in the country. We need to catch up.

Moderate comments. I like that. I'm pronouncing it the wrong way, I think.

I'm so tired, I'm so lazy, I have a headache and it feels crazy. One post before be (9:40 pm). I finally finished everything for this damn class I'm taking.

Tonight Jaime and I decided to actually plan some stuff. For my trip to Colombia. COLOMBIA!!! The country!! I am going. In three weeks. I just realized it tonight. And he thought that was funny and a little bit weird. Sometimes it takes a while for things to sink in, okay? I mean, didn't it take you a while to realize you were getting married? That's what I thought.

Anyway. I'm done. I will visit you at Scooters, but who the heck drinks coffee at night. I'm thinking Italian soda. I'm out.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Move it on up.

So are you and Jaime EVER going to stop in for coffee? I keep hoping that I'll see you two come strolling through the doors so I can finally meet him.....and you've said you're both in the haymarket on a regular basis. So, what gives, girl?! Get a move on!!

Nate and I are going to Jazz it up in June tonight.....maybe you two should meander over and find your way to our blanket. I miss you. We live in the same town, finally. This is ridiculous.

just another story caught up in another photograph i've found

hot dogs. i had one last night. mmmm.....

i have a new phone. i'll need you to call me so i can have your number. i dropped my old one in a sink of bleach water at work last night. bummer.

i'm still waiting for a new job. i still have my pajamas on. i need to get ready for work.

feel like coffee tonight? i'll be working in the hay-hay until 10:30 tonight. feel free to come in, read a book, relax......would love to see you!

I am acquiring furniture. I am an adult.

Yes, indeed. My parents brought me my very own cedar chest today. What I will do with it, I don't know, but that's not the point. The point is I have it. The point is it's new. And the point is IT'S MINEEEEEEE!

Enough of that. Back to work this week. The kids have been at swimming lessons this morning and are now relaxing. I just finished a delicious Hebrew National hot dog. Go for the kosher. It's better. They really are delicious. I am holding their new dog Deuce and he is going crazy. I'm going to have to cut this short because the dog is eating my watch. Talk to you soon.

~Leslie

'Bring out the best'- Hellmann's Honey Mustard

The sad fact of it is this: I put way too much on. So much that I have to wipe it off with my napkin as it oozes out the next bite I'm about to take. Ick. Other than the busting mustard, I've made myself a fantastic sandwich: Double Fiber wheat bread, colby jack cheese, sun-dried-tomato turkey, and big fat slices of tomato. Side of fresh raw green beens, and a bartlet pear. Yummo!

So...I'm working today from 3-7. Want to come visit? Or are evenings better for you?

I started reading "Redeeming Love" a couple of days ago- LOVE IT! I've been told it was fab from countless individuals....but I just couldn't ever get into it. Now I'm into it and can't get out! I'd be happy to let you borrow it if you ever want to give it a whirl.

Fact: we will have to spend time together in order to get a new picture.

I'm off to read. Now that I've mentioned it, I can't get it out of my mind.
Love you.

Photo credits: 0

I second the idea to change the picture. I look disgusting with my legs in the foreground. Glad Scoots is slower down in the Haymarket. Let me just tell you, I am loving spending time there as well. Since I started dating Jaime I have been spending lots more time downtown and in the Haymarket. It is so pleasant. I wish I could live there.

I went to Kansas City this weekend and it was nice. I love that place. I really do. Lots to do, lots to see, plenty of places just to hang out. Megan lives right by Union Station and there are lots of beautiful houses around there. I can definitely see myself in one of them--sitting on the porch, reading a book.

Today I'm taking the kids to the pool. I will not be revealing much skin because we went on Friday and I am still paying the price. I do indeed look like a lobster. Pain was my companion all weekend long.

I wish I had a new computer!!!! That will be one of my first purchases with my "real job." And it will probably take months to get the money. I dont' care, though. It will be worth it! Well, best get moving. The kids are vacuuming and I think they might require some slight supervision.

DD

Snakes on a plane.

Dame. I commend you and your initiation to revive the blog. Well done.

Martha did request that we get going again. that was months ago. I forgot to tell you.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop- looking out floor-to-ceiling windows onto the corner of 8th and P in the haymarket. You know, there are some very strange people down here. I love it.

Today is overcast- humid, heavy clouds threatening rain, to no avail. I don't mind this weather at all. It's a kind of mysterious that I just happen to love.

I "accidentally" dropped a blueberry muffin on the counter today. I, of course, couldn't sell it to the little girl who wanted it, so I had to get her a different one. The dropped muffin is sitting in the fridge waiting for me. It really was an accident, but I probably could have disguised it and she never would have known. However, in the back of my head, I remembered the 2 Fiber One bars that I brought for dinner....and a blueberry muffin somehow sounded a lot better.

You know, I'm in the haymarket a lot during the days. Sometimes in the nights. You're more than welcome to come down here and read and sit with me. It's much slower than the other location. Here, I actually have a chance to slow down and breathe.....something of which I am very fond.

I sent a text to my brother telling him that I am here and that if he needed a little pick-me-up after work, I'd have a mug-o-joe waiting for him. We'll see what he decides. I won't count on it.

I'm going to publish this now so you know I'm here. I might write again soon. I just might.

P.S. I think we need a new picture here.

So there I was...

sitting in a computer room reading days worth of other people's blogs. Not people I know, mind you. Just people who other people know and have links to. While reading them, all I can feel is a sense that I am lacking something. And then it hits me. Oh, I'm missing my own shared blog with my friend, Heather. Then it hits me again. I'm already at blogspot--I simply need to sign in and start writing.

You'd think all of this might have occured to me a bit sooner. Nope.

So I'm glad we got to talk last night. I'm glad your almost-marital bliss has not worn off and probably won't for a while. I'm glad you're glad.

Mostly I think that I'm really hot right now and I need to open a window. Unfortunately, I'm afraid. I'm not afraid of severe weather normally, but today, with the chillin's around--a blown off window just might be the end of it. They would lose it. So windows will stay closed. Sweat glands will be called to action. And I will wither away like a piece of old lettuce.

Thankyou,

Davenport Dame

Luck Dame- Duck Lame Lame Duck

Hey, girl. I do check this. In fact, I saw right away that you had written- and then I forgot to write back. I broke my car today. Rammed my tire into the curb and blew it out, stupid of me. I have a gift for you from Meg- STILL. We need to meet up so you can have it. It's even wrapped..

I miss you. How about we at LEAST start writing here again- at least that, if we don't see each other in person. What do you say?

H

Lame as a duck. A lame duck, more like.

Hey girl. I wonder if you even check this darn thing anymore it's been so long!

It is Sunday here and I'm taking a break from planning to check facebook, blogs, e-mail, etc. I love reading yours and Meg's blogs. Ahhh, you are both so special to me. Soon student teaching will be done and I will come back to Lincoln-land and we can spend some happy times hanging out. You still need to meet my sweetie-pie. I think you'll really like him.

I have been planning and reading (for school) most of the day. It takes so long to get even the littlest things done. I did take a break to watch Murder on The Orient Express. I've always been into Agatha Christie, and since we just finished a book of hers in my Brit Lit class, I thought I had license to sit down with a bowl of popcorn and ENJOY! That I did. I made omelettes for the grandparents for supper. Turned out pretty good, I would say.

What's up with you? Are you subbing lots? Where have you applied for jobs? I need to get going on that. Yikes. It's coming fast.

Well, best get back to The Mousetrap, Jane Eyre, and The Great Gatsby. They're so impatient!

Love you,

Davenport Dame.